A grown man of twenty-seven or twenty-eight crying in public showed just how hard I had hit him.
It also showed that Lu Zheng lacked maturity and had suffered too few setbacks.
In the field where he considered himself strongest, I had defeated him twice, both times in such simple, casual ways.
This time, the blow had even shattered his Dao heart. He truly couldn't hold it in anymore and burst into tears...
Seeing this, the other Lu Family disciples hurried forward.
"Brother Zheng, th-there's no need for this!"
"Brother Zheng, we lost, but there's no need to cry, right?"
"What the hell do you know? A man crying isn't a crime. Brother Zheng, go ahead and cry!"
"Get lost! Don't look at me. I'm not crying, I just got sand in my eyes..."
"..."
When I heard that from up ahead, I almost laughed out loud.
I really wanted to turn around and look, but I held back.
At the very least, I had to leave the man some dignity. It wasn't as if we had some deep-seated grudge.
Lu Zheng was simply too competitive, while his temperament was far too immature.
He had never weathered any real storms. If any of us, who walked the line between life and death year-round, had possessed such a mindset, we would have died hundreds of times over.
After that, we left the little park. We weren't in a hurry to head back, so we went into town for some barbecue and didn't return to the guesthouse until nine that night.
The moment I got back, I ran into Uncle Yu.
When Uncle Yu saw me, he asked quietly again, "Xiao Jiang, did you make Lu Zheng cry again?"
Just as I was about to speak, Tian Yong answered for me.
"Grandmaster,